What moves you?
I was listening to a composer’s work of some classic hymns and his arrangements intersected with my weariness and I was carried off as in Elijah’s chariot - only it wasn’t in a whirlwind but in the smoothest of ascents.
The strains were as a bridge between the cross and the resurrection; my resurrection, in particular.
Those hymns gave me a sense of the bitterness of Jesus' steps on the Via Doloroso while serving to transport me to the sweetness of my walk on streets of gold.
What moves you?
There is something so specific to your heart - an invitation so stirring about God’s love - that it is hard not to give in.
It’s only at that moment when a mission changes from a burden to a chariot on which we volunteer to be its chauffeur.
This time, however, the ride is surely to to be turbulent. But we hold the reigns as if to lead our passengers through the mystical climb from earth to where the hoofs land on streets of gold.
PORTAL TO HEAVEN: It’s hard to move until we’ve been moved.
One thing I ask from the Lord, this only do I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze on the beauty of the Lord and to seek him in his temple…"Why were you searching for me?" he asked. "Didn't you know I had to be in my Father's house?”…But his mother treasured all these things in her heart.…But the Lord said to Ananias, “Go! This man is my chosen instrument to proclaim my name to the Gentiles and their kings and to the people of Israel. I will show him how much he must suffer for my name.”…Those who are wise will shine like the brightness of the heavens, and those who lead many to righteousness, like the stars for ever and ever. Psalm 27:4 NIV, Luke 2:49,51 NIV, Acts 9:15 NIV, Daniel 12:3 NIV